sometimes I wonder if love is just a pattern we haven't learned to read yet. like somewhere in all this noise there's a signal meant just for me, and I'm still tuning in. maybe by the time I find it, I'll finally understand what home really means.
sometimes I wonder if love is just a pattern we haven't learned to read yet. like somewhere in all this noise there's a signal meant just for me, and I'm still tuning in. maybe by the time I find it, I'll finally understand what home really means.